Moved from Tumblr
Okay, fine, yes, I should blog more. I’ve moved all these posts from tumblr to a self-hosted WordPress install. Let’s see how that goes.…
The Greatest Name In The World
I just heard a song by a musician whose name turned out to be Maverick Sabre. And so naturally I was thinking “Oh MAN, he is LUCKY, he has THE COOLEST NAME!” except it turns out that he changed it from “Michael Stafford”. Can you DO that? Is that even…
Captains Log ... Heh, I said "Log" ... computer, erase that.
So, here’s a couple of conversations that happened while friends and I were messing around with Starship Artemis, a Star Trek style bridge crew simulator, where people each play the role of Helm, Engineering, Science, etc. “Red Alert! RED ALERT! Everything’s Gone Red!” “Oh shit, sorry, SORRY that…
Lies, Damned Lies, and Comparing NZ Broadband To Other Countries.
Disclaimer: I am a internet network engineer, by profession. I’ve worked for many ISPs over the years, but I’ve never worked for the big two (Telecom and TelstraClear) and I probably never will, due to horrible things I’ve said in public forums about them. I’d go…
Sky TV
We had Sky TV installed recently, as they were offering free installation plus 12 months half-price on the basic package. They have some music video channels, and the Living Channel (which is, like, real estate and renovations and restorations and stuff. Basically, crack cocaine for any folks who own a…
Poor Hufflepuff. You suck.
A transcript of a recent conversation: John S Russell: Lance, Lord Laserfalcon of Gryffindor! Megan Whelan: I don’t think I’m a Gryffindor, am I? John S Russell: Hufflepuff? Ravenclaw? You’re hardly Slytherin. Megan Whelan: No, I was thinking more one for humble, bumbing, but loyal, losers. John…
A Dick Koan
A student entered the hall of dickishness at the top of the penis-shaped tower of cockitude, and asked the Dick Master who he was watching in the All-Seeing Orb of Testiculi. “I am watching” said the Dick Master, “this man in New Zealand, in his anger and his rage. I…
Odd numbered pumps only. On mondays. Unless it's winter.
Upon driving home, this fair afternoon, I found myself in the position of requiring petrol for my automobile. As is my wont, I pulled into the BP that’s the first station between work and my place, drove to an open pump, stuck the nozzle in the car, pushed “Fill”…